User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20141225205603

Birne

Finally, the stoat was a step too quick, and Laurena had his head in her grasp, slamming his face repeatedly against the sandstone wall to his side until she heard a satisfying crack and blood spurted from his nose. The mouse released the stoat, and just as he managed to scramble back up in a daze, she ran her sword through his chest, shattering bone and puncturing lung. He slumped over his slayer, and proved to be quite a worthy meatshield as a fox attempted to gut the Abbess with a deadly-looking pike.

The rat swayed his thick body to the side, casually avoiding the swing. A smug grin playing on his scarred features, he raised his spear and charged, slashing it towards the squirrel's underbelly as he ducked to avoid any perilous swipes.

Sirinius

The wildcat made a halfhearted skip to avoid the blade that was ruined somewhat by the sheer weight of his armor. The sharp edge of the short sword bit into an exposed portion of his ankle and a small splash of crimson sprayed across the ground.

Snarling in pain, the wildcat leaped forward, bringing his axe in for a swing that would render the otter in two pieces, his powerful tail wrapping itself about the otter's legs as he did. "I'll tear out yer innards  an' wear 'em as a crown!"